As memoir go Christa Parravani, seem to have laid it all out, and it not always pretty, but it is well written. At times the wonderful, sometimes tedious, but general honest. I understand that though this is a story of just one set of twins and can not be applied as a general rule to all twins it seem many stereotypes about twins have do show up.
Can I judge someone story about their life? How to explain "oh yes you are telling a wonderful story" or express "Oh God, no that much to narcissistic." I am not sure I can as this is Her story and it what it is.
"Twins are fun to try to tell apart, but not at a funeral." And that line from this book is before it starts getting really sad. But then for some reason (which I admit I maybe to dense to grasp the point) chapter 28 happens and I reached a point that reading became a drag. Persistence be praised though I was reward with a end that bring the story full circle and left me with a smile.